Alf’s Fourth Bit - Poem by Ezra Pound

Rudyard the dud yard,Rudyard the false measure,Told 'em that gloryAin't always a pleasure,But said it wuz glorious neverthelessTo lick the boots of the blokeThat makes the worst mess.

Keep up the grand systemDon't tell what you know,Your grandad got the rough edge.Ain't it always been so ?Your own ma' warn't no betterThan the Duchess of Kaugh.My cousin's named BaldwinAn' 'e looks like a tofft

You 'ark to the sargent,And don't read no books;Go to God like a sojer;What counts is the looks.